Chapter 5
Chapter 5
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: I'm So Bored I Want to Die
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"Oh, there it is! My phone."
Ignoring the status window, I picked up my phone from where it lay on the floor and immediately opened the Tower Gallery to post.
The guilds are already looking for me anyway.
It's because I'm a healer.
But healers generally couldn't climb the Tower much anyway, living off the scraps of experience from gates.
So if I joined a guild as a healer, I'd just be sucking my thumb, hanging around gates.
No real info, just some weird uncles latching on.
Valkyrie to Me... a true man worthy of brotherhood.
I expressed my thanks and was about to stretch leisurely when Snowman hit me with a pretty bold question.
The timing matched perfectly, so suspicion arose.
But since everyone only had one awakening ability, it died down quick.
A fire magic healer? No way that exists.
With the Tower Gallery suspicions normalized, I closed the app, sat in the middle of the room, and picked up my brush.
'Green kiddos... goblins?'
If the Tower followed classic fantasy power scaling, it'd be slime-goblin-orc order, time-honored tradition.
One Fireball would end it, but if I screw up, I retire and flop, so maybe practice a bit.
I channeled mana into the brush tip and drew flames again.
Whoosh, adjusting the size to a bit bigger than a candle flame, it formed in the air.
Still amazing no matter how I look at it.
Is this why people go crazy for magic? Felt like a god.
I tossed the small flame at the wall ahead.
It flew with a thin tail, hit the wall, and pfft, went out. Fist-sized one, same result.
"Perfect for training?"
I generated and threw a few more flames,
Hoh, check this out.
The Tower's echo guessed what I was up to and warned me.
"This time two fireballs~"
"It's fine, I'm not tired."
"Why tell me to stop? I need practice."
"Oh... got it."
Pushed a bit more and it'd drop a 5700-character rant and possess me, so I swung the drawn flame away to snuff it.
Dimensional rift, huh... so the Tower has no physical form on Earth.
Visible anywhere, hunter transfers from afar, but approach and distance doesn't close—an enigma.
Anyway, causing chaos inside the waiting room is dangerous, and the Tower's intense reaction suggested the Tower itself was risky too.
Might be blackmail material if played right.
Not now, but a useful card.
For now, I drew and erased flames repeatedly without provoking the Tower. The unfamiliar motions grew familiar; now a flick of the brush summoned flames.
What about other elements?
I imagined a water droplet, focusing my mind on the brush tip.
A few failures.
Then the brush felt slightly heavier as it drew water, and plop—a round droplet formed.
"Oh..."
I held my left palm under the floating droplet, and it followed my movement with a plip plop.
Poking with my right index finger transferred the cold, wet feel perfectly.
"Real water. This is real magic."
Not magic exactly, but close enough.
Other magic hunters were single-element; my Drawing was irregular for sure.
I kept drawing water droplets until it felt natural. Basic elements like fire and water worked.
Principle seemed: detailed image and defined properties. But wind or electricity, vague images, no reaction despite effort.
Imagination lacking?
Wind hard to image, electricity—even as lightning, couldn't grasp properties.
Hot? Stinging? Static feel?
Couldn't stick a metal chopstick in a 220V outlet.
Pondered briefly, then shook my head.
No matter what, self-electrocution was too much.
Not urgent, think slowly.
Hmm, but yeah, need to improve drawing skills first.
Hunter practicing art over combat? Couldn't complain to anyone.
But gotta. To draw easier and fill creations, I need to visualize backing it up.
'Wanna draw a dragon.'
If creatures possible as creations.
Dragon rider—everyone's dream.
But couldn't touch rashly now.
Draw now... might pop out a giant mess like Ooparupa.
Sad for Ooparupa, sad for me.
Knowing my skill, I suppressed desires and shoved them aside.
Anyway, shelved thoughts, left a post on the gallery.
Brothers, meet at the 'summit'.
Buoyed by the Tower bros' cheers, I shouted the challenge and was soon teleported to what looked like a cave.
Defeat 2 Goblins. (Reward: Experience)
Quest welcome.
Only the echo of water droplets from stalactites in the massive cave; I stepped forward cautiously.
"Kerrrrk—"
"Karak, karak!"
Goblin roars echoed as if waiting.
Pattering bare feet, two goblins emerged from inside.
One with a crude spear, the other farther back with a shoddy bow.
'Tougher than expected.'
I'd imagined two club-wielding goblins; this party setup surprised me.
After tutorial floor 1, tricky for a newbie, right?
Or the Tower rates hunters high.
"Kat kat kat kat!"
Spear goblin advanced slowly with stone-sharpened tip, threatening cries; archer drew its bow behind.
No need to watch more; I cast Fireball with Drawing.
Brush moved instinctively, quickly sketching flames that lit the cave bright; goblins freaked and backpedaled.
I fired at the short-legged goblin turning to flee; flame hit with a pop!, igniting fiercely.
"Kat...!"
"Keruk—"
Clear announced.
"Ahh, so bored I wanna die."
This B-rank skill power.
These goblins, even a horde—two Fireballs to clean up.
Level up boosted mana pool noticeably.
A bit tiring, but enough for some movement.
Thus, the huge, deep cave vs. two goblins piqued curiosity.
Deeper, darker inside.
A man doesn't pass on cave exploration.
Might find hidden piece or treasure; happily advanced inward.
Drew a flame as torch, walked till legs ached.
Goblin village? No treasure, junky little hamlet.
Rickety wood huts. Likely more goblins inside; tossed flame, drew more to torch the village.
Hmm—no surprises.
Wasted mana for nothing. Regretfully exited the Tower.
No level up this time, pity, but at this rate, soon. I glanced at the familiar room and flopped on the bed.